It’s Only Right(Explicit) - O.C.

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Yeah and you don't stop
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Huh and you don't stop
Ah check it out
Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark
Sort of reminiscing
Of how it used to go down in the parks
Equipment ropped off
You can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath
Bass pounds the asphalt
Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and
O
C
A classic in the making
Mental make thoughts
My physical form words
Hot in my mouth like a joust
No doubt
Some a phenomenon
Mic technician
Electrician
Spit the mic down the middle like an el producto
And throughout the resin
Then asapoltin this s**t
Gift to gather a rhyme
Make rap a staired son
The way I do this
Switch up the fluid
So smooth you wanna persuie it
I'm raw like underground sewage you
This s**t for insight
Well I'm back
Never was gone
What I right
Be tighter than pin stripes
Born by mob boss
My flause in affect on the mic
Keep it tight
With out a fight is raw
It's only right
I know it's hot
We hot too
You ready to throw down
We ready to have a party
So if ya ready to have a party
Make some noise
Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm
I wave it over the crowd
Dictatin s**t like genghis khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow like d**g traffic schoolin
Bringin samatics to this rap s**t
Bonafied
Mic set you can't see me on it
Master the art
So now I just flaunt it
Born to live
A life and die until then
I'mma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen
Take the cherry from a tree
Like a virgin havin innocence
Bust my nuts
Bringin rhymes to live like genesis
But ritical renaissance
In death there's a flautless
Tearin s**t up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless
One of new york's finest
On this trip I co incide with b minus
Bringin out the best in me
We formulatin like a recipe
What I emplore
Will show nuff disto my presence
Then I'm divine like the seven
Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw n***a
It's only right
Microphone's I melt down
Slap crowns
Push em out of bounds
Crush ya crowd
As I lay my third verse down
Because
This is what I want
To gain control of that position
It's only right
That I follow thru compition
Be warning me
Homocide rhymes or mad rounds
To get flass or pencil hurt
Battin me down
Contents flex text expert
Since my born date
51371 like a stick bin
Injection
Inside ya blood stream
Digest what I manifest
O
C
You best by me
Others are mediocre like
I slam the earth like a meteor right
Cuz I'mma take mine
Leavin you face down in the puddle
Blow up like a shuttle
When I give you my rebuttle
Frame of mind
Across state lines
Await the taste
Me like fine wines from avidian
For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash
Straight up
I don't rhyme for n***as
I prove myself
Stylin for years on the mic
On another level of being
What's the b minus
It's only right